"Weaknesses are just strengths in the wrong environment."
-Marianne Cantwell ━━━━━━━━━━━
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All the members of my family were engrossed in conversation with Rooh, eager to learn more about her. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and warmth, punctuated by playful banter and the sweet scent of chai wafting through the air. The sunlight streamed through the grand windows of Shekhawat Mansion, casting a soft golden hue on the polished wood and antique decor, enhancing the feeling of comfort and joy. Seeing Rooh so happy, surrounded by the people I loved, brought me a deep sense of inner peace. Her laughter was infectious, and it felt as if all the troubles of the world had melted away for that moment.
However, amidst the joy, a shadow of worry loomed over me. What would Rooh's reaction be when she discovered that I had known about her real family from the beginning? How would she feel knowing that her brother, my best friend Abhishek, had kept this secret as well? The connection between our families was more complicated than she realized, and I feared the moment she would learn the truth. The thought of her disappointment and the potential for mistrust gnawed at my insides.
Despite her carefree appearance, I could sense Rooh's curiosity about her biological family bubbling just beneath the surface. Ever since she discovered that the Mittals had kidnapped her, a longing for her true parents and siblings had been growing inside her, and it was a matter of time before those questions surfaced. Lost in these thoughts, I was suddenly jolted back to reality by a loud scream, followed by a string of heated words. It wasn't just a scream; it was an all-out argument. The sound was unmistakably coming from my younger siblings, Chinni (Shristi) and Vivaan, who had a knack for turning any situation into a full-blown drama.
"I'll sit with Bhabhi first! You get lost!" Chinni yelled, her voice piercing through the room like a siren, demanding attention.
"No, I will sit with Bhabhi! I'm older than you. Go to Bhaiyu! Don't come near me and my Bhabhi. We'll form a team against you!" Vivaan countered, equally adamant and puffing out his little chest defiantly.
Anyone who knew Chinni was well aware of how she could be persuasive, using her charm and occasional drama to get what she wanted. As expected, she began her act, her large, glistening tears rolling down her cheeks like little raindrops on a windowpane. Those tears were a powerful weapon, capable of melting the toughest hearts, including mine. I felt the urge to intervene because I couldn't bear to see my baby sister cry. But before I could step in, Rooh had already taken action. Her nurturing instincts kicked in, and she spoke with a gentle yet firm voice that demanded their attention.
